It opens in funk. Thick, savoury and unapologetically rich. There’s spice in the air that's earthy and grounded, like heat rising off a cast iron pan long after the flame is gone with a dark grape undertone. Then the purple slips in with a dark grape undertone. It hums beneath the savoury weight, indulgent without being polite. This is not refinement. It is appetite. Grape Burger doesn’t sparkle. It satisfies.

It opens in funk. Thick, savoury and unapologetically rich. There’s spice in the air that's earthy and grounded, like heat rising off a cast iron...